I was commissioned to draw these cute little ones for a lady to give to her sister as a Christmas present. They are the sister’s grand kids.
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In the words of travel writer Rick Steves, “If Heaven isn’t what it’s cracked up to be, send me back to Gimmelwald.” I spent four days in this area last summer hiking and sketching; it felt like an isolated paradise floating above the rest of the world. One always had a sense of the height of the place, always a glimpse of the drop off to the valley below.
One of my favorite aspects of the visit was that we would hike miles up into the Alps and then come across a working farm that also served food and beverages to hikers. It was my own little alpine Starbucks nestled into the green hills. The little cheese farm that we had coffee at the morning I worked on this sketch is located just behind me in the photo. The day before, we hiked to Rotstockhutte, a hostel-type place that also served food to day hikers, and had some coffee, tea, and fresh pie. As we walked away, we were debating how they got their supplies, and just then we saw a helicopter flying in supplies-looked to be kegs of beer from where we were standing!
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Oberhofen sketch
This is the last sketch from my Europe trip sketchbook. I sat in the gardens of the Oberhofen Castle and drew this view across Lake Thun. I was intrigued with the unique shapes of the mountains. There was a worn softness to them that was fun to put to page.
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Lake Geneva sketch
The day we arrived in Lausanne, we were travel-worn and at the part in our trip when we just needed a lazy day. We walked a beautifully landscaped path along Lake Geneva and sat to sketch the vineyard-covered hills rising from the lake. That evening, we picniced in a park and went to sleep to the cheers coming from the streets because of the World Cup.
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Hay Tor
England’s Dartmoor National Park has large granite outcroppings called tors. Hay Tor is one of the most impressive and popular. There are small footholds and handholds to scramble to the top. After exploring the rock structure, I sat in the field in front of the tors to make a quick graphite sketch. Like everywhere we hiked in the park, we shared the space with the grazing sheep. 
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Scorhill Stone Circle
We hiked through the moors to this stone circle last summer in Dartmoor National Park, England. While this stone circle only includes fairly small stones (3-4 feet high), we were completely alone in this vast open field. I sat on a tuft of grass to sketch the circle while Kerry wandered off to explore a creek.
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Ireland sketch
While on a trip around Europe last year, I hiked along this eastern coast of Ireland. Scrambling down the cliff to reach sea level, I did this little pen sketch of the rocky coast and lighthouse. A couple of ladies came down to the same cove and preceded to skinny dip in the space in front of me while I drew. Oh the adventures!
Last fall we visited some friends on the West Coast and took a day to relax at the beach. I did a small sketch on location, reveling in the geometric forms of the rocks. This spring I painted this little blue painting from photographs I took that day. I really enjoyed getting to paint the huge expanse of sky. Where I live is all hills and trees, and I do not often get to see the colors of the sky as it meets the horizon.
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Generous Solace
I created this painting as a gift for my mom in memory of my late father. Sunflowers and Van Gogh’s sunflower paintings were favorites of his. Dad, also a landscape artist, put the first paint brush in my hands as a baby, took me to my first museum when I was five, and continues to be an inspiration to me.
The title, “Generous Solace”, originated with help from my aunt and uncle. Nicole Sholly, better at expressing with words than me, suggested words associated with meaning of Dad’s Germanic name, Frank, including “free”, “open-hearted”, and “generous”, all of which were apt descriptions of Dad’s personality. Solace was the word I chose to symbolize the passing or at least lightening of the sorrow and grief of his passing.
The idea for this painting has been in my thoughts for years. I wanted to use my own photos for reference and so did not get an opportunity to photograph and sketch a sunflower field for awhile. Then last summer, my neighbor serendipitously planted his garden with sunflowers. While jogging past one evening after a storm, I noticed the field, went home to get my camera, and was able to start my painting. The mood of the storm passing and the flowers lifting their faces once again to the light expresses the hope and strength in our recovery from sorrow. Mom’s strength, loyalty, and exquisiteness are reflected in the raw beauty of the sunflowers who faithfully lift their heads to the sun each morning–which is likely the reason Dad loved Mom so dearly.
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Cannon Beach
We visited our good friends, Kelly and Mike, last October in Portland, OR. During the trip, Kerry and I took some hikes in Ecola State Park and along Cannon Beach. It was a beautiful stretch of coast. These are a couple of sketches I did on the hikes.